Evelyn had the water all set for Noomi. When Noomi burst in, Evelyn was shaking the baby bottle, trying to get that formula to mix faster in the warm water. Noomi latched onto Evelyn's leg, standing on her tippy-toes, arms stretched out, "Grandma, I'm starving!"

Evelyn handed over the bottle, "Here you go, kiddo. Chill out a bit, will ya? And next time, no more running around like a maniac, okay?"

"Okay," Noomi said, taking a big gulp from the bottle and flashing a sweet smile, "Thanks, Grandma."

Evelyn gave Noomi's head a gentle pat. Taking care of Hubert, Boris, and Noomi could be a real grind, but those little moments of sweetness made it all worth it.@@novelbin@@

That was probably what they called the joy of raising kids.

Bittersweet happiness!

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